It's not like we're living in some small town in the 1920s racking up debts to the corner store for groceries, the butcher shop for meat, and the local pharmacy for cough drops laced with weapons' grade cocaine.
A cough drop, he shoots it with a, you know, a rubber band and takes out, deflects, or he spits out a cough drop and deflects a bullet that's coming towards his face.